Blackmoon Celebration

[travelagency]

Who: Misc
What: Blackmoon
When: M6 D14 (July 10th) - M6 D17 (July 13th)
Where: All around the resort and village
Notes & Warnings: Up to players to put in subjects

OOC: This is a log post for the celebration for general mingling during the celebration (log and network posts are also still very welcome). Just tag into a starter and ask questions if anything is unclear.

Comments

Parade

[ewestmarch]

What say? is what the communicator translates, questionable grammar and all.

The alien, for his part, perks up to crane his neck off to their immediate left.

"Melia?"

She's already screeching when she squirms her way into the clearing in the crowd. The translator picks it up as "-leave you alone for twenty minutes and you bring down the guards. I needed you to wait for me. Idiot. Idiot!"

Parade

[most_feared]

[He taps the comm against his hand.]

He's not meaning to bother anyone, ma'am, he explains when she bothers to get close enough. He's making a little bit of a mess and considering he's probably going to make people without specialized immune systems sick, I ordered a clean up bot out here and something to tide him over.

Nothing more than we'd expect or do for anyone else.

[He would be more concerned about the worry about guards coming down on her, just because that was usually a bad sign, but who the hell ever wants to deal with security, anyway?]

Parade

[ewestmarch]

Emilia tucks her chin down and brings her bony shoulders up around her ears, then tries to step between Kay and her companion protectively as she draws out her communicator.

"I don't speak Standard," she says, in accented Standard. Then she starts typing.

The alien offers her candy, also. She swats his hand away, a feat for someone with fingers like spindles.